Chapter 4312

Clark outside the screen was also stunned. He scratched his head and said: "How did these two people... I mean, how did they suddenly have super-abilities? Or were they just pretending before?"

He didn't even believe the last speculation himself. Not to mention that these two were almost caught by humans, it was impossible to be forced to this point and not expose it; the key was, from the expressions of the two of them, they were also unaware—there were no outsiders on this spaceship, so there was no need to continue pretending. So they didn't know they had super-abilities.

Suddenly, Clark thought of what Bruce said: every Kryptonian has this talent, the only difference is whether they found the key.

He naturally also remembered that the difference between these two people and other Kryptonians was: they came to Earth, were beaten by humans, and also came into contact with that kind of green powder that would make people weak.

Is the green gemstone powder the key???

Could it be that this kind of gemstone powder can first make them uncomfortable, but also make them stronger? But why didn't I become stronger?

The only explanation Clark could think of was: they only inhaled some, while he was injected with a needle. The efficiency must be stronger, so the weakness period would also be longer; maybe after the weakness period ended, he would become stronger.

Clark started rubbing his forehead again, because things were becoming too complex—if this kind of gemstone powder, which seemed to make people weak, could actually strengthen aliens, then how would the situation develop next?

Wait a minute, now, the matter of "The Serpent of Frigne" is all over the internet, and the publicity effect Lois wanted has been completely achieved. This group of Kryptonians isn't not surfing the internet, they will definitely know about this matter too.

It's just that they discovered that their own kind, after coming into contact with this kind of powder, although they were uncomfortable for a while, quickly became powerful, so they definitely wouldn't let this thing go.

And soon, the Metropolitan Museum of Art is going to exhibit the real thing of this collection—by then, the military will want it, other forces will want it, and the aliens won't let it go either, so it will definitely be a mess.

Clark "whooshed" and stood up. He put down the coffee cup and said: "No, I have to go back to Metropolis."

Bruce didn't stop him either, watching his figure disappear outside the window. After a while, the coffee machine made a sound, and the aroma of coffee drifted in the empty Wei En Manor again.

A figure circled from behind the sofa, put down the coffee cup, sat on the sofa, and unbuttoned his suit. Bruce looked toward his direction.

"Your taste in choosing beans is very good."

"Clark chose them."

"I'm surprised he didn't pour cat food in."

"It's coming soon."

Bruce sat up straight and looked at the man opposite him. He was wearing a well-fitting suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and the gray eyes behind the lenses looked a bit dim and unclear.

"You have surgical experience," Bruce said.

"Consider it so, not very high-level," the other party nodded.

"But you are not a doctor."

"I am not."

"You are very contradictory," Bruce continued to stare at him, "the whole person is like a hybrid, with too many traits that shouldn't appear on you. Who exactly are you?"

"I cannot answer this question for you. I can only tell you that I have no malice toward you. I came here indeed with my purpose, but this will not harm you."

"Your existence itself is very dangerous."

"I never deny this point."

"And you package this as a kind of charm," Bruce shook his head lightly, "many people must have lost their lives for this."

"And this has nothing to do with you. You don't want to be a hero anymore, so even if this world burns up, you have no obligation to extinguish the fire. Just like what you are doing now, you could clearly stop me, but you just watched coldly."

"I don't need to stop you," Bruce lowered his eyelids, "this job doesn't suit me, so I decided to hand it over to Clark."

"You think, he can stop me?"

"You want him to stop you, Schiller."

Schiller suddenly laughed. He stood up, seemingly suddenly breaking free from a sentimental state, re-buttoned his suit, and said: "I know you probably don't have time to attend the exhibition in Metropolis, so I also brought you a meeting gift."

He took out a small box and placed it on the table. Bruce didn't open it, but he had already guessed what it was. He suddenly looked up and stared coldly at Schiller.

"Don't be nervous, the inevitable path of Batman. Without me, you would find it yourself."

After saying this, he turned and left. Bruce stared at the box. Outside the window of Wei En Manor, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, reflecting the sunlight into the Gothic windows, and when it fell on the box, a faint green light leaked out from the cracks.

Clark flew back to Metropolis, circling the Metropolitan Museum of Art like a headless fly. He wanted to evacuate the ordinary people here, but he also knew: when things hadn't happened yet, he would look like a mental patient if he did this; but when things happened, it would be too late to evacuate.

Suddenly, he thought Diana seemed to work here. He immediately took out his phone and dialed the number, then said: "It's me, Clark. No, I didn't encounter any danger. I just want to know, do you work at the Metropolitan Museum of Art? A war might happen here, I have to... okay, I'll go get it."

Clark flew to Diana's apartment, very carefully avoiding everyone, and after entering the apartment, he found Diana's work ID.

Taking the work ID, he went straight to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Arriving at the front desk, he handed the work ID directly to her and said: "Hello, I'm looking for Diana Prince. Is she here?"

"Oh, who are you to her?"

"I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. Before, she promised to accept my exclusive interview about the ancient Egyptian culture and collections of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and left this work ID for me. But her phone has been unreachable, can you help me find her?"

"Sorry, sir, it shows here that Ms. Prince asked for leave a few days ago."

"What? But I already agreed with the editor-in-chief to let her be on the front page..."

"Are you a reporter for the Daily Planet?"

"Yes. I was originally a reporter for the news section, but you also know that there was a scandal about the royal family stealing and replacing artifacts, and our editor-in-chief asked me to focus on this matter..."

"Please wait a moment." The front desk made a call. Soon, a manager-looking person walked out, shook hands with Clark, and said: "Hello, is this Mr. Kent?"

"That's right, this is my business card." Clark handed the business card to the manager and said, "I didn't expect Ms. Prince to break her promise, this is really troublesome, our editor-in-chief worked so hard to get the layout..."

"It's like this, sir, Ms. Prince indeed has some urgent matters and had to ask for leave to return to her hometown. But the Metropolitan Museum of Art still has many excellent staff members, especially, we will exhibit the borrowed exhibit 'The Serpent of Frigne' from the British Museum the day after tomorrow. This artifact has been the focus of news recently, I think, it is also worthy of the front page of your newspaper, right?"

"My god, do you mean you are willing to accept my exclusive interview before the artifact arrives?! That would be great!"

"Sorry, this is definitely not possible. For the safety of the artifact, we cannot disclose any information about the artifact in advance. But we can arrange for you to enter in advance on the day of the exhibition and arrange a front position for you."

"If it's just like this, I might not be able to get the front page, we are a news layout..." Clark appeared a bit hesitant.

"This is exactly a big news." The manager paused and said, "By that time, the exhibits will be displayed there, all the reporters from major newspapers will line up, and record the details of the exhibits as much as possible. You know, there are still people who don't believe this is the real thing. Then the audience will be there, and they will also record the grand occasion of the exhibition. By the way, security will be there, we guarantee that those unclassy gossip tabloids will absolutely not be able to get in..."

Clark silently noted the position he mentioned, and thought about how to evacuate the crowd when the time came. That group of aliens estimated they wouldn't walk through the main entrance, they might break the floor-to-ceiling window on the right side of the exhibit, which might cause someone to be scratched by glass.

Clark cleared his throat and said: "This is very good. You know, we only want exclusive and scarce news. But there is a problem, do you plan to block that side?"

Clark pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window, the manager was stunned, and then said: "Of course not, the natural light there will make the exhibit present a softer state..."

"No, no, no, I think you'd better block it. It's not anything else, this matter has caused such a big stir, and tickets are sold out online. What if there are people who can't buy tickets squeezing there, and reporters take pictures of the museum's order being so chaotic, I'm afraid it will lose professional standards, right?"

The manager slapped his forehead and said: "That's right, I'll send someone to block it tomorrow. Can't let them squeeze there, it's too lacking in style."

Clark looked at the spiral staircase next to it again. That group of aliens wore armor, so it wasn't convenient to walk the stairs, but they could jump into the patio next to it. But the patio wasn't easy to seal either.

Forget it, jumping in from there, there was still a certain distance to the orientation of the exhibit he was in. By then, he would just drive the crowd to run toward the main entrance, and there shouldn't be any casualties.

As for the artifact, with "The Serpent of Frigne" as a pearl, his estimation of the value of other artifacts dropped by a large margin. As long as people were fine, if the artifact was gone, just make another one, it wasn't a big problem.

Calculating these thoughts, Clark politely said goodbye to the manager. Before the exhibition started, he still had some things to prepare. However, as soon as he went out, Lois's phone call came.

"You're back?" Clark said pleasantly surprised, "Okay, I know, I'll go pick you up now."

Picking up Lois at the airport, on the way back, it was the peak period, and they passed through the city center, which was a bit congested. Clark couldn't help but tell her about his experiences in the past few days, listening to Lois nodding frequently. Clark was also a bit proud: as long as he cheered up, he could still accomplish a few things.

But hearing that Clark was going to maintain order at the exhibition site as a reporter, Lois shook her head again. She said: "You are still too simple, Mr. Small Town. Do you really think the things transported to the venue will be real goods?"

Clark's head popped up with a series of question marks, and he said: "But, isn't that thing originally a fake?"

"But it came out of the British Museum, endorsed by various collectors, and recognized by the royal family, and it has the most important gemstone embedded on it. It has value, so it is naturally a real good."

"So you mean, the one exhibited on the day won't be this one either?"

"Of course. Since as you said, everyone will want it, then waiting until the day of the exhibition to grab it only proves that you don't have enough connections. The truly powerful ones can replace the gemstone before the collection enters the museum."

Clark opened his mouth wide and said: "But, but how to replace it? Schiller can't make another one, right?"

Lois shook her head and said: "The mural is not important, the important thing is that gemstone. Just replace the gemstone with a fake one."

"Alright, but even if the gemstone is replaced, not everyone knows, they will still go to grab it, right? So I still have to go."

"You still don't understand," Lois sighed and said, "Everyone wants the real gemstone, and every force wants to replace the gemstone before the collection enters the museum, even aliens. So, they will all go find the person who has the ability to replace the gemstone. Just take that person down, and you can get the gemstone, right?"

Clark suddenly realized and said: "You mean, they will go find Schiller?! He..."

Before he finished speaking, the Luthor Hotel next to them made a violent explosion. With a "bang," the entire building was cut in half from the middle and slowly smashed toward the road.

?? None of these old bats are fuel-efficient lamps.